5.01
Feb 6, 2026
Jan 1, 1970(56y)
Jan 1, 2027(124d)
Combat
Kills16
Losses113
Efficiency12%
ISK
Destroyed917.88m
Lost10.82b
ISK Eff.8%
Solo
Solo Kills6
Solo Ratio38%
Final Blows7
Points16
Other
NPC Losses11
NPC Loss Ratio10%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Minmatar
Sebiestor
5.01
Last Active
Feb 6, 2026
Birthday
Jan 1, 1970 (56 years old)
Next Birthday
Jan 1, 2027 (124 days)
Combat
Kills16
Losses113
Efficiency12%
Danger Ratio90%
ISK
Destroyed917.88m
Lost10.82b
ISK Efficiency8%
Balance-9906573541
Solo
Solo Kills6
Solo Ratio38%
Final Blows7
Points16
Other
NPC Losses11
NPC Loss Ratio10%
Avg Kills/Day0.00
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
Secret elders of the gentle race, this world is seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait, when all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh all I see turns to brown as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find
Trying to find where I've been
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
Secret elders of the gentle race, this world is seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait, when all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh all I see turns to brown as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find
Trying to find where I've been
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Feb 2026
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -